Cassie's feet carried her down the stairs of the lower tier, one steady step after another, without permission. Inside her skull she was screaming at them to stop, but her mouth refused to open or help.
'Stop. Stop, you traitor legs, I am begging you.'
Rain began to fall, thick gold-grey drops from a cloud that had no business existing at high noon. It hissed on the sand and the empty seats, drumming on ninety thousand backs rising from their knees.
"By the authority of Rank Zero, every rank beneath mine will seize the Baron and his household!" Alya's voice rang from the royal box, flat as a cracked bell.
Gold flared in every wrist across the Colosseum, the whole crowd turning slowly toward the sand as one. Ruvan strolled out through the Gate of Heralds, leaving the Final like a man leaving a tidy dinner.
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